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Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 22, 2019 18:47:49 GMT -5
Darling had ran, ran to a place they couldn't find her. Winterclan. Why her siblings followed her hardly mattered, they were all here and now she had to struggle with her new life. For one, hunting despite her red pelt. Unless she covered herself in snow, every piece of prey would run away from her. The snow was just starting to come in, and Designerdarling had to deal with the gross wet stuff just to eat. There were no free rides here. And the only reason she'd stand it here was because they hated the snow. They wouldn't run through it if their own children were on the other side. Now, most of her bright red pelt was dulled with snow, and she reached absentmindedly into a burrow. But when she hit something, she grabbed at whatever it was with abandon. It was a mole, which she quickly managed to kill.
“Nice catch you got there.” A voice spoke up from behind Designerdarling. A fluffy grey and orange diluted cat stepped out from the undergrowth where she had been hiding. Hawthorncrown had seen the snow covered cat hunting. The former Marquess dragged out a raven from where she had previously been hiding. It felt odd for her to be hunting. Going from being a Prison Guard, to the Marquess of three leaders back to a regular Soldier. The molly’s hunting skills were subpar at best.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 30, 2019 15:41:41 GMT -5
Designerdarling tilted her head to the side, mole laying against her slack jaw as she stared blankly at Hawthorncrown. Bright amber eyes considered the other solider, tracing from one side to the other. There wasn't much to say, her fluffy tail sweeping behind her and a few specks of snow flicking off. Finally, she nodded slowly, "Thank you." the newcomer replied simply.
